Monday, 19 November 2007
I sit in a heap on my bed with thick piles of scissors around me. I look at my hands, cankered. Isn't that for plants? Not this. It's definately not for plants this canker. This is a disease that is in my veins, in my flesh, it's thick in my arteries, restricting the flow of myblood to my brain. Thump - Squirt - Slice. I cut my finger nails with scissors until my fingers bleed. I lose 2 grams.